I thought of you today, sweetheart,
which is really nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that too.
I think of you when I'm alone,
I often speak your name!
I keep your lovely photo,
in a golden picture frame.
Your memory's in my make-up.
it's like another body part!
I promise you, my darling,
I keep it locked inside my heart!
I'm told by friends, as time goes by,
that I will slowly heal.
I have my doubts about it,
because the pain is still so real!
Part of me went with you,
when the Good Lord called you home!
It broke my heart to lose you,
now, I must go on alone!
You're with Him now, in Heaven,
so all that I can do,
is say a little prayer each day,
till He calls me home, with you!
Poetic form: Rhyme
I love this poem because I wrote
it to Una, my loving wife of 54 years,
who recently passed away.